Crimson night.

[Ravenloft]

Standing outside her home, all his lust within him burning, she slept, but was disturbed from that angelic sleep by his presence. He had watched her for a month and a day, only reveiling himself to her subconcious, with a significant amount of effort he had built up a nearly saint like image of himself deep within her mind... And now he played upon that image.

He stood darkly in the moon light as she rose, sleep dusted eyes half lidded, still feeling as though she was partaking of her ended dream. Looking up at her, in her thin night cloths, he smiled. They had no name... At least none that the other knew, and for him, that was best... His hand rose from the midnight cloth he wore, beseechingly.

It was a question of permitance, and he awaited to see what her will drew her to do...

Ravenloft

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly

Lilly was every bit as delicate and pretty as her name suggested. Her perfect pink lips seemed to be made for kissing; her lithe body created for the ballet that was her chosen profession, the silken blond hair falling in gentle waves down her back.

In her dreams she had seen a man, his face now ever present in her mind. He seemed almost real, strong and handsome, and yet.... There was something about him that made her feel uneasy. She was unsure what had woken her this night, or what compelled her to stand on the balcony in only her night gown, the full moon illuminating her soft pail flesh, but the feel of the cool evening breeze on her skin made her feel more alive than she had in a long time.

A sudden chill ran down her back and she hugged herself tightly. Her mind drifted, as if still in a dream, the man's face consuming her thoughts. A sudden crash in her room behind her snapped her back to attention, and she returned to her room to discover her rather over playful cat had knocked yet another vase full of roses off the table and onto the floor.

Kneeling down beside the mess, she ruffled the kitten behind the ears and set to picking up the broken glass, the image of a man still clear in her mind.

 

[Guest]

Dain focused his dark, brooding eyes upon her as she stood in all her beauty upon her balcony. How he had enjoyed invading her dreams, but it was growing to be too little, he longed for closer contact... And he would have it soon. He would not act, could not act until he was assured that she would be his... One reason he had survived for so long... He was not foolish, nor reckless. She would eventually come to him, desire to feed him with her sweet blood willingly, and in return he would show her a world of dark pleasures... He smiled to himself as he played out the sweet seduction in his mind.

Within his minds eye he could imagine her awaking every night to his wolfish kiss, holding him tightly against her neck murmering incoherently, her body reacting to the unnatural pleasures of his touch. His hunger was suddenly keen, and his caution would have broken if not for the sound of breaking glass from within her apartment. Startled, she disapeared back into her room, stolen from his sight, the hunger dulled slowly.

Her cat... He could smell it up there, yet he had never seen it... The bloody animal could sence him just as well as he could sence it... Before much longer the cat would be the only thing keeping her safe from his lust...

"Sleep..." He murmered as he imagined her face dancing behind his eyes. "Sleep, and know love for me..." He didn't have to see her to know that a sudden wave of drowsiness was washing over her...

Ravenloft

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly woke in the pale glow of dawn feeling more rested and refreshed than she had in a long time. She had no idea what had come over her all of a sudden last night, but she had suddenly become so sleepy that she left the vase broken on the floor and returned to her bed. Her cat, Sebastian, was curled up around her feet, purring affectionately while he waited for her to rise from her bed, a warm bowl of milk assured when she finally went to the kitchen.

Stretching out beneath the covers, Lilly could still see the image of that man in her mind. If ever there was a man to touch her soul, it was he, and yet…she had no clue as to who he was. There was something about him, the way he looked into her eyes, the depth of his gaze, and the danger in his smile that set her imagination aflame.

With Sebastian fed and happy, she headed off to the theatre for rehearsals. There was a major performance in less than two weeks, and she was to play the lead. It was a dream come true, and about the only dream she could remember that didn’t hold the image of the stranger. Even now, in the full light of day, she could not shake the feeling that she was being watched, and it frightened her a little.

Before she knew it, the day was over and night was creeping in. it was several blocks to her home, but this was a very safe district, and she had walked the distance countless times in darkness. Stopping beneath the glow of a street light, a shudder ran down her spine, and once again, she had the distinct feeling she was being watched.

 

[Guest]

Dain:

Dain had hidden in the theater durring the day, and had the pleasure of seeing the last hour of Lilly's practice. She fully deserved the part she was dilligently rehersing for. She moved like the lithest of angels. He imagined her dancing the dances of old, and it brought a fond remenicing smile to his pale lips.

He had followed her this night, as she made her way home. It must have been his eagerness that had made him careless, but he realised as she stood, tensely beneath a street lamp that she was aware of his presence. Chiding himself he stole back into the shadows, masking his presence, hoping she would continue on. She looked about nervously. She sighed, murmuring to herself, blushing slightly at her own silly unease and made to continue home.

Just then, two men emerged from an alleyway, one had a knife, the other a chain. One stood in front of her, sneering, as the other circled around behind her, effetively pinning her between them. They converged upon her, the one before her commenting a snarl on his lips. "Not such a good night to be alone... A girl could get hurt..." The knife he held glinted in the lamp light as he lunged forward.

Ravenloft

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly's heart pounded hard in her chest as a scream escaped her lips. She could clearly see the anger and hate in the man's eyes, and she discovered the true meaning of fear. She searched her mind for a way to escape, an opening where she could slip past them and run, but there was none.

Out of the shadows, there was sudden movement, and all hell seemed to break lose. The man before her vanished into the shadows, a muffled scream cut short with a sharp snaffing noise. A sudden thud on the back of her neck was followed by silence and a numbing sensation that swept over her. A familiar face appearing before her as consciousness slipped away.

 

[Guest]

Dain:

Dain dispised making the fool's deaths so quick, but Lilly was far too important to him. He exherted his will over her, stealing her of conciousness, but still, they shared a breif moment of contact... Her eyes locked with his and he couldn't help but smile softly.

Then she sunk into a forced sleep, he laid her across his lap, his hands smoothing her rumpled clothing, searching to see if she had been wounded. Drawing his hand away, a blotch of blood on his fingertips, his troat knotted. He saw a small gash along her side, it was not lethal by any means but the sudden keening scent of her blood... It was hell to resist... He redoubled his will, fighting his dark urges and ripped at the thick black cloth of his coat, bunching it up he pressed it over her wound, hiding it from his sight, and more importently, dulling the scent. Within minutes, the bleeding stopped and he held her in his arms, patting her cheek ever so gently, hoping to bring her to.

Ravenloft

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly

Lilly woke in the soft comfort of her own bed, her body stripped of her clothing, and her side bandaged. As she tried to move, her head pounded with a headache like she had never known before. Resting back against her pillow, she tried to piece together the events that had happened so quickly.

A face that was so familiar to her flashed across her mind, and she wondered for a moment if he was not her guardian angel. Reaching for her teddy bear, she hugged it close, her thoughts swept up in sweet imagination. He had come to save her, to protect her, and care for her. How could he be anything less than an angel? Her angel.

Sebastian meowed softly from the top of a wardrobe. Lilly climbed gently out of her bed and reached for the seemingly frightened cat. "How on earth did you get up there?" she scratched him under the chin affectionately. "You didn't happen to see who saved me, did you Seb? A tall, dark angel with deep brown eyes? Oh how I wish you could talk." Deep within her heart she swelled with love for a man she had never met, and somehow, she knew that he was to be her destiny. Setting Sebastian on the end of her bed, she climbed beck beneath the covers, and drifted off into a sweet, tender dream. A dream filled with the image of a man she longed to hold.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dain:

He had pushed his will to the limit, stripping her of her cloths and laying her back into her bed. His cool hands had caressed her warm flesh, her pulse had screamed under his finger tips. He withdrew from her at that, else he would have feasted on her then and there.

Looking up at her cat, laying his dark eyes upon it as it hissed and growled and spat at him, knowing his foul nature, Dain didn't bother to waste his efforts, calming the cat. He simply drew Lilly's blanket up and tucked it about her shoulders. Then he stole to her balcony, and back into the night, completely forgetting about the torn peice of fabric he had left behind as a bandage.

Ravenloft

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly

Upon waking, Lilly was reminded of the events of the night before by the sharp pain in her side. Pulling away the strip of black fabric that covered her wound, she inspected it closer. It wasn't bad enough to affect her dancing, but it would probably leave a scar, and that was something she cursed at. She had always prided herself on her perfect body. It was a miracle that she had remained unsacred until now, considering her childhood.

Born on the slum side of town to parents that were unable to feed her, or her three sisters, life was never easy. She had been fortunate when a wealthy couple spotter her dancing in the street for money at the age of 10, and sponsored her dance training. Now that she was making her way up through the ranks of society, and earning a fair amount of money, she always sent all she could afford home to help her parents and sisters. It gave her a real sense of pride to do that.

Picking up the strip of black fabric she headed for the trash can with it, when there was something about it that caught her attention. At first she thought it was wool. Nothing special about wool, but this was not wool. She wasn't sure what it was. Taking the strip to the bathroom, she filled a basin with warm water and washed it clean of her blood. Holding it up, the water ran away from the cloth like water off a ducks back, leaving it almost completely dry. There was a soft shimmer to it as well, and she suspected it was a blend that contained silk, but she had never seen such a blend before. Hanging it over a towel rail, she decided to keep it as a reminder of her shadow angel, and the stranger she was beginning to adore.

Opening her medical box, she took out a clean bandage, and some herbal salve made for her by her mother. After bathing, she applied the treatment, and got ready to head off to the theatre. As a last minute thought, she scooped up the black cloth and pushed it into her bag. Somehow, just having it there, made her feel a little closer to her savior.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dain:

It was friday, Dain wouldn't have known this if not for Lilly. She had become the reason for him to once more count the days, he had given up on it for so long. But now, he had a reason. His hands rested upon his chest, a scrap of paper tucked beneath them, it was a copy of Lilly's dance class schedule that he had stolen the night before. He would have his chance to see her dance again tonight, her practice started just as night rolled in tonight. The thought of it had left his lips stretched thin in a pale smile as he slept the daylight away.

With a start, his eyes flew open as the last of the vengeful sun set, Dain sat up. He had found an old, boarded up storage room in the theater where Lilly practiced. He moved quickly, changing into some clothing he had taken from one of his more recent prey. Hoping only that he did not look out of place in them. A white tee-shirt, black jeans, and a thin, dark brown coat. "Ah for the days I could peer into a mirror. *tsk* Best I not know I look a fool, really..."

And with that, Dain snuck from the storage room, made his way to the moderately sized auditorium, and slipped into a seat. "Odd, they are not here yet..." He thougth to himself. "Not even the instructor..." He shifted in his seat, wondering if he had somehow pilfered an old schedule.

His thoughts were eased as the auditorium doors creeked open. The instructor and two of her students came in. Neither of them were Lilly, but Dain KNEW she would show, deep within him he knew she would only miss if death prevented her. It was her passion, and thats how passions worked.

Ravenloft

 

[Moonlight_33]

The walk to the theatre, a journey she had made on her own through every kind of weather, and at any time of the day or night, felt different this day. The memory of the previous night's attack, and the constant feeling that she was being watched, was rendering her somewhat unnerved. When she reached the side door of the theatre, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned that handle, and entered the building.

Her instructor, James, and the two dancers that would be her back up in her debut performance in a staring roll, Emily, and Grace greeted her. It was always a pleasure to see Emily, but Grace was someone Lilly could live without in her life. If anything were to happen to Lilly, Grace would take her place, and dance the lead. Lilly could almost hear the woman's prayers for her to meet an untimely end. Grace had developed an extreme dislike for Lilly, based purely on jealousy. It made dancing together strained at times, but even if Grace was a perpetual bitch, she was an excellent dancer.

As Lilly changed into her costume, and began stretching, the wound in her side began to ache terribly. Worried that it might open and bleed, something that would be impossible to hide in her soft pink leotard, so opened the studio medical kit and dressed the would firmly, wrapping the bandage around her middle to prevent it from slipping. With that done, she did her best to limber up without making her pain obvious to the others.

Slowly she danced; lifting her body and swaying back and forward like she and the music were one. Letting the music flow through her soul, it was almost as though they were one. As she spun gracefully to the right, the image of a man appeared in her mind and she felt for a moment as though she could fly. She could feel his eyes upon her, and her dance changed a little. She performed as she was taught, but now there was a little something extra in her movement. Now she danced for a man, for love, for a dream she had never met, and it made her as light as a feather.

With another exhausting rehearsal finished for the night, Lilly returned to her dressing room and changed back into her street clothing. The wound in her side ached and throbbed, and when she lifted the bandage to inspect it, the gauss was soaked with her blood. Slipping into a pair of black tights, and an over sized T-shirt, she looked at herself for a moment in the mirror, and sighed heavily. She had been told she looked just like her mother, but she wondered at times. Her memories of her mother had little to do with the way she looked, and more to do with the way she worked to keep her family dressed and fed. By morning, Lilly's pay would be in her bank account, and she would make the three-hour journey to her families small home, and leave what she could for them. She would not leave money, learning long ago that the money she had intended for food quickly ended p in a local bar, so now she bought food, and delivered it to their front door. Her father refused to acknowledge that she existed, but her mother would hug her close, and fight back her tears of pride and relief.

As she sat before the mirror, thinking about her family, and how much more she could do for them once she was world famous, she could feel a presence close by. She turned and searched the room with her eyes, but there was no one to be seen. Her feelings told her, that somehow, her eyes were wrong, and she was not alone. Reaching into her bag, she retrieve the strip of black cloth and pressed it to her cheek, feeling safer than she had in her entire life.

 

[Guest]

Dain:

Lilly arived only five minutes after the others. Dain sunk into his unobtrusive seat, partially in relaxation at her appearance as well as to keep from being seen. It was an old theater, and not well maintained, thus it was rented more often, as it was more afordable to rent for most private teachers of the arts.

Dain longed to have a heart beat again, just so he could have felt it skip a beat at the sight of her. He had all the emotion a mortal would, one of the lies they would have you believe is that vampires can't feel emotion, they can feel it as strongly as any, emotion is not contained within the living fibers of a mortal body... No, it is something more ethereal than that. But the wonderful sensations that emotion evokes in a living body... That is something that Dain, and all his kind dearly miss...

He began to focus on Lilly then, the way she walked to her friends, how her hips moved so fluidly, she seemed to glide to them, and as they greated one another, upon hearing Lilly's voice, it was all Dain could do to keep from sighing. Grace, on the other hand, her very scent was heavy with jealousy and ill will... Dain's eyes formed to mere slits as he regarded her with a measuring look. He knew that she would never have the will to do his Lilly harm, but the very gall of her to even wish it upon her was enough to see her to an early grave... "If the girl only knew her life was resting on a razor's edge..." Dain muttered to himself.

Then Lilly caught his eye again, she was on stage, with the others, and she began to dance, a slow, swaying dance... She was a conduit for the music that played, forming it into something of tangible beauty, and both the music and her dance were hightened in that beauty for it. Dain let his imagination form an image of him up on stage with her, lifting her, and spinning her about, adding all the more to her grace and strength... But he was always in the background, always promoting her beauty...

Then... The dance was over and he felt a twinge of regret that it could not have gone on forever... Some how the entire practice had slipped by in what seemed to be but a blink of an eye to Dain and the three women and their instructor began to pack up and leave.

Dain watched as the two substitutes under Lilly and her instructor left for the night. Lilly had stayed behind, as she always did. Dain stayed in his seat, in the auditorium, if they were to meet, she must come to him... That was simply the way it must be... Ah, but how close she was to coming to him... She, even at that moment, embraced what he was to her...

And what was he to her? He wondered. Some dark insubstantial shade in the darkness protecting her... If she would only come to him and learn that he could be so much more...

The feel of his torn clothing against her cheek... If only it were is fingertips... If only it were his lips...

Ravenloft

 

[Moonlight_33]

After the events of the previous evening, Lilly was not looking forward to leaving the theatre and heading for home alone. She strongly suspected her night angle would be there, somewhere looking out for her, but what if he wasn't? With a heavy sigh, she folded the strip of black cloth and tucked it back into her bag.

A stiff wind buffeted Lilly as she stepped through the back door of the theatre and into the street. In the distance lightning lit up the horizon and thunder ambled listlessly across the starless sky. It had been a long time since there had been a storm of any strength, and she had always been enthralled by them, but there was something about this storm that seemed almost threatening, almost as if it bode ill. She began to wish she had not left her jacket on the back of the sofa at home. It had been quite warm when she went out, but the wind generated by the fast approaching storm was more than a little chill. She shivered slightly, but she was not sure if it was from the wind, the fear of walking home in the dark, or the distinct sensation that she was being watched yet again.

As she walked, she wondered about the man in the shadows that seemed to protect her. Should she fear him, or revere him? She was so unsure. If he was so caring of her well being, why did he not come and introduce himself as a gentleman should? Perhaps he was not a gentleman, but something far more sinister and dark. She giggled to herself a little, fancy letting her imagination getting the better of her like that, of cause he was a gentleman. As she reached the front door of her apartment, she searched her bag for her keys, and opened the door. On the floor, just inside the door, was an envelope, addressed to her. She opened it and read,


Dear Lilly,
I have seen you perform many times, and am more than impressed with your skill and talent. I feel that with the right guidance, and training, you have the makings of a world class dancer. I will be in town for two days only and would very much like to invite you to dinner to discuss my ideas for your future. My secretary will call on you tomorrow to make arrangements.

Regards,
Jake Blacken
Universal Dance Company


Lilly could not believe her luck. She had always intended approaching a bigger and more prominent dance company when she considered she was good enough to stand a chance, but to have them come to her was more like an answer to a prayer. She spun on her toes, and hugged herself tight at the thought of her good fortune, and as she did so, the black cloth fell from her bag and landed on the floor. Picking it up, she clutched it to her chest, wishing that her dark stranger were there at that moment, that she could share her good news with him. With the cloth still pressed to her breast, she stepped out onto the balcony and looked out towards the fast approaching storm.

"Where are you kind soul, and why do you not come to me? Do you not know how much I need to know you? If you would but come forward and make your intentions know to me, then I would do all that I could to make you welcome, and to thank you for the kindness you have shown me. It has been a very long time since I have harbored feelings for a man, too long, but I would have you know me, as I long to know you. Step forward from the shadows sweet protector, that I may embrace you." She held her breath for just a moment, then let it go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she hoped that he has heard her whispered prayer, and as the first drops of rain falls on her angelic face, she returns to her apartment, closing the balcony doors to the encroaching storm, and the world outside.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dain:

It was everything short of an invitation into her home, he could feel the need dripping from her very skin, it stoked the desire to run his fingertips along her skin to full life. he had not wanted a woman so badly as he wanted her for more than a decade, and even longer than that... Her words were a lure to him, he could not resist them, though it meant giving undue indication to what he was... He found himself at her balcony doors, his head tilted downward so that his eyes took on a lupine bent, his hair was suddenly soaked with the rain she so diligently avoided. His hand lifted, balled in a fist for but a moment, then it flattened without knocking and his palm pressed against the rain coated glass.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly......

As Lilly waited for the tub to fill with steaming water, she striped away her clothing, and the bandage covering her wounded side. A small section of the wound broke open as she pulled away the covering, and a thin stream of blood ran down over her hip and thigh. She wiped it away, covering the wound once again with a wash cloth. By the time the tub had filled with steamy water, the wound had closed over again. Adding a few bath salts, and a little lavender oil, she stepped into the tub, allowing the water and bubbled to conceal her body in a fragrant cloud of soft suds. She reached for the wash cloth, but opted instead for the strip of black fabric.

Slowly, she moved the soft silken cloth over the flesh, washing away all of the day's dirt and troubles with each gentle stroke. It was almost as if the fabric soaked up her pain into its woven threads and transformed them into happy, pleasant things. As she moved it over her breasts, her nipples came to life, standing hard and sensitive against the cloth. A soft tingle swept through her body, starting at her nipples, running down the length of her slender form, and finishing deep within the silken cavern between her thighs. Moving her hand down, she moved the cloth down over her thighs, delighting in the feelings the cloth seemed to be generating. Quickly she moved it lower, covering her soft fur covered mound with the black cloth.

No sooner had the cloth touched her sweet young sex, then a thrill rushed through her, her tender clit throbbing, and her inner cream flooding forth to coat her vagina in a smooth covering of sexual juices. Pressing the cloth hard against her clit, she began to rub, moving the cloth in small, deliberately slow circles. Ah her pleasure increased, so did her desire to have her night angle close to her. At the thought of him, his face appeared in the place behind her eyes, and he hand was driven to rub her swelling clit even harder. The fingers of her other hand reached for her secret places, probing and caressing her-self deep within.

He seemed so close, so real to her now. " Where are you my sweet Rogue? Why do you not come and fulfil the aching need within me?" with that, her body exploded in an eruption of orgasmic pleasure such as she had never known before.

 

[Guest]

Dain:

He could not see her any longer, but he could feel her every movement. He could nearly feel the water as she sunk into her warm bath. His sence of her only hightened when she drew the ripped fabric of his cloak across her breast. It was as if the cloth were a part of his body, an innocent way to be with her, but it wasn't enough, he wanted to be there in the flesh. Suddenly he could feel her wanting, it called to him and he placed his hands upon the glass of the balcony door.

A moment later found him standing within her living room, he paused, taking the realization in, he was being beaconed to her. It was like a phisical hand drawing him forward, toward the bathroom, where he knew her to be. Again it felt as though the cloth she used was a part of his own flesh as she pressed it to her skin. Just as he stood in the open door way to the bathroom, his sweet lil met with the sweet release of orgasm, how beautiful she was in her moment of sexual satisfaction. Only when her body began to ease back down, seeking the warmth of the water did he come to his sences, he was a stranger, standing there, staring at her, this would not do. He wanted to have her, not cause her fear. So without a word, he willed himself unseeable and continued to watch.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly

Relaxing back into the water, Lilly continued to ride the waves of her release to its very end. She had not realized just how tense she had been until she experienced the total relaxation that followed her orgasm. Bringing the cloth back up her body, she washed and caressed her tender breasts once more, moving the cloth over her skin in slow, erotic movements. It was like a dance between her hands, and the cloth, lifting it gracefully and letting the water flow from the cloth over her face. Bringing it down onto her cheek and stroking her throat and neck. She was still aroused, still wanting more, her fingers moving back down between her milky white thighs to tease and caress her still throbbing clit.

In the living room there was a crash, and Lilly was snapped back to attention. Sebastian had come in out of the storm and jumped up onto the table, his wet feet offering him little traction as he landed on the polished timber surface, sending him sprawling off the table and onto the floor on the other side. No sooner had he righted himself, then he began to back away from the bathroom door, his fur standing on end and harsh hisses spat across the room. Lilly could see him through the open door of the bathroom, and wondered what could have possible made the cat so upset. Climbing from the tub, she draped the black fabric over the towel rail to dry, and reached for a towel. Out in the living room she found a rather agitated soaked cat, a messy table, and nothing else.

"Seb, you really worry me at times." She reached down and ruffled the cat's head affectionately, then made her way to her bedroom to dress. Standing before the mirror, she dropped the towel on the bed and looked at her naked form. She has always been told she was pretty, beautiful even, but she could not see it. She had a nice figure, full breasts and rounded hips, a little short for a dancer, but in proportion. As she gazed upon her own body, she was reminded of the wonderful release she had just experienced, and that she was still aroused. She could still clearly see the face of the man she longed to discover in the back of her mind, and the image of him added fuel to an already growing flame. Turning with her back to the mirror, she leaned towards the bed, resting one hand on the covers for support. With her other hand, she reached beneath herself, her fingers seeking out and finding her clit, hard and ready for her attention. Spreading her legs a little, she turned her head so that she could watch herself and she played and fondled. Her fingers probed deep into her moist depths, moving slowly in and out of her tight cavern. First one finger, then another, and another, until she was filled with her own hard, long fingers.

She imagined that he was behind her, his manhood hard and erect, pushing into her with all the force of an animal in heat, and she cried out for him. Never had she needed anything so fiercely as she needed him now. Harder and harder she rode her fingers, her head thrown back as the heat of her lust consumed her. The pleasure was intense, wicked and wild, but she wanted more, nay, needed more. In her mind she screamed for him, begging him to be one with her, and she rolled onto the bed. Spreading her legs wide, she could almost feel him watching her, and she taunted him with her wetness, offering herself to him, begging him to make her whole.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dain:

The cat… Again it threatened to reveal him, but would that be so bad? He struggled with that thought as Lilly looked herself over. She was indeed a beauty, her form reminded him ever so slightly of the women he remembered from days long passed. Ah, in those days he had held a barony… He halted his thoughts as Lilly, apparently still not satiated by her pleasure in the tub, leaned forward, practically looking at Dain’s invisible form. The thought that she could still sense him passed through his mind, and it unnerved him slightly. He had spent so long becoming accustom to being alone, even in a crowded room, that the very thought of her being able to still sense him there made him feel naked. She rolled onto her bed, her legs apart, hiding nothing from his eyes. If she could still sense him there… He took a step forward and her cat began to growl, arching its back, its feline eyes following his every movement. Turning his gaze toward it, they locked eyes, then with a short hiss, the cat retreated from the room. Lilly’s finger tips concentrated on her slick clit, leaving the opening of her sex completely exposed, as though she were offering it to him. “Lilly… Beauty… Perfect as a flower, I long to drink sweet dew from the rosen petals of your sex…” He whispered to her mind, a quiet unobtrusive sending, he would do nothing to alarm her and spoil this scene.


Lilly

In the heat of her passion, Lilly could feel the soft words spoken to her mind, and they sent her senses spiraling upwards. Heavily she panted, gasping for air as she drove her fingers back into her wet cavern, her fingers working furiously over her throbbing clit. Her head was spinning; her world surreal and dream like to the point where she was unsure if she was awake, or indulging in the most exquisite of dreams.

Opening her eyes only slightly, she could see him there, standing at the side of her bed. The man she called for, longed for, was with her at last, if only in a dream. Dream or not, she didn't care, she needed him more than life. Taking her fingers from her glistening pussy, she held out her hand to him, beckoning him to come closer, pleading with her eyes for him to make her the woman she longed to be.

Dain:

Dain had come to the very edge of Lilly’s bed as his words reached her mind, making her even more aroused. Her scent was heavy in the air and as Dain drew a breath, it filled his lungs, he did so for the shear pleasure of it. His eyes were half lidded as he looked down at her, she was looking up at him, her hand extended pleadingly toward him. All the fear of being known for what he was disappeared then, replaced by the urge to show her pleasure indescribable by her mortal mind. He slipped a hand between her legs, her skin felt like cool silk to his touch. Following the trail of his fingertips, which he brushed along her calf, up toward her inner thigh was his mouth. He kissed and sucked lightly at her flesh, his darkly lit eyes staring up at her all the while. His soft, cool fingertips fluttered over Lilly’s sex, giving it the lightest caress, then his mouth was there. His breath poured over her sensitive clit as he spoke lustfully. “My sweet, my love, I will drink of you and become whole…” And with that, his mouth closed the distance between them, kissing her deeply. His lips drew closed, capturing the folds of her sex between them as his tongue flexed against her, slipping its way between them.


Lilly

The touch of his fingers on her naked flesh was like ice, and sent a thrill rushing through her that she had not expected, yet welcomed. The touch of his lips, the soft slow movements of his fingers, the heat of his breath all combined to set her soul on fire. Spreading her arms wide, digging her fingers into the bedclothes, she arched her back, lifting her virgin pussy to meet his hungry lips. She could feel the pressure of his tongue as it entered her, exploring her inner depths. She moaned loudly, feeling completely wanton, completely his.

She looked down at him as he tasted her honey, their eyes locking and never again strayed from that point of contact. He was magnificent. Cool and dark. His eyes so deep and dark that she felt they could draw her and drown her in the depths of their shimmering pools. His tongue flickered across her clit and she cried out from the pleasure, her fingers digging deeper into the padded quilt that covered her bed.

"Yes my love, taste me, drink of me, quench your thirst with my juices, for I was made to make you whole." She barely heard the words the escaped her own lips, but as hands slipped beneath her, pulling her harder against his mouth, she knew the words she had spoken were right.

Dain:

Taking her then, as he needed her, his fangs scratched her flesh, cutting a slight wound from which he could drink, his tongue soothed the small cut, in fact, making it sing with pleasure. He let the sweet fluid of her sex mingle with her blood on his tongue, and it made him suddenly voracious. He lapped at her quickly, fluttering his tongue against her clit, dipping it sharply into her, lathing it over the exterior of her sex… He drove her to the brink of mortal pleasure even as he supped on her…


Lilly

Lilly could feel her heart beating louder in her ears as he sucked and licked at the stinging sensation close to her sensitive clit. She was being driven mad with the pleasure he was inflicting on her, but she needed more. She needed fulfillment. She wiggled beneath him, trying to free herself of his grasp so that she may obtain what she needed. It was as if he could read her mind, shedding his clothing and leaning back over her to run his tongue along her sex in one long thirsty stroke. His lips continued upwards, moving over her body with expert steadiness, teasing and delighting her flesh as he touched and licked with the very tip of his tongue.

His mouth found the tender, dark regions of her breast, and she felt the sharp sting that had given her so much pleasure between her thighs. He sucked and nuzzled like a hungry babe, and she the doting mother all too happy to feed him. Wrapping her legs about his hips, she drew him to her, pulling him closer to the place she needed him most. She could feel the full extent of his impressive manhood as it brushed against her thigh, and it made her body hunger for him all the more.

Slowly, tenderly, he entered her, working his solid erection into her very center one steady stroke at a time, until he found something he had not anticipated. She was a virgin.

Dain:

A virgin… How could he have not known…? Easing part way out of her, blood was already beginning to well up from her sundered hymen. The thought of tasting that blood made Dain quake with a newly rekindled thirst. Sinking into her again, he moaned against her breast, drinking only a little more from her there. He intended to return to her sex, partially to soothe some of the pain, partially for the sweetness of her virgin blood. But before that he would show her all that he had learned from the whores of old time London… Thrusting his cock in again, the tightness, and the warmth of her virgin sex was nearly as satiating to him as her blood. Leaning back upon his knees, never losing the rhythm of his thrusting, Dain lifted her leg in his hands, kissing along her ankle, as he rested it upon his shoulder, his hands smoothing down along her calf and thigh. He pressed the flat of his thumb against her clit and stroked it in little circles as he continued to deepen his thrusts.


Lilly

As Dain continued to thrust into her, filling the very core of her being with his skill and intent, Lilly was no longer sure what was real and what was a dream. Harder and harder he forced his manhood into her, his thumb manipulating her clit far better than she could have done herself. Slowly, she could feel the fires of her passion reaching a crescendo, and she knew her moment of ultimate release was at hand.

Grasping the lower half of his arms, her perfectly manicured fingernails dug deep into his flesh letting loose a thin stream of dark blood. He hissed at the sudden sting, driving himself into her one last time before her body let loose a string of orgasmic spasms. The inner walls of her sex surged with blood and sexually induced fluids as she gasped for breath. Slowly her body relaxed and sank back to the bed in a spent heap; her lover's manhood still buried deep within her.

Dain:

Dain lifted his head from Lilly's breast, his eyes sparkling with desire as he brushed the tips of his fingers along her cheek. He withdrew from her and slowly slunk once more between her legs, in a moment his tongue was cleaning away her virgin blood, and her sexual juices, he groaned and shuddered with pleasure, his tongue darted into her again, caressing her ripped hymen, soothing it, and infact making it hum with the same unearthly pleasure this mouth had caused her other wounds to feel. The pleasure was no doubt unbearable for her as she was squirming away from him, her voice protesting in high pitched moans. He forced her back toward his mouth, not yet finished with her...

OOC: Just updating the thread... *Wink*

Ravenloft

 

[Guest]

OOC: Sorry I took so long babe, now, back to work.


Lilly's senses were being driven to the very brink of consciousness. Time and time again, her mind threatened to slip away from her, yet there was something, or someone that repeatedly pulled her back, keeping her trapped in a prison of pure pleasure.

A million different images surged through her mind. Images of when she was a child, of the horror and torment she had seen on the poor side of town. Images of things she had never seen, and yet some how remembered. The face of a man that never seemed to change yet was always there. Deeper and deeper the images called to her mind, taking her back to a time she could not have remembered, another life time. Mixed deep in the web of her pleasure driven memories, was her dark angel. How she adored him, the love in his eyes, the strength of his arms.

With a flash it all changed, and she desperately clung to him as the horse they shared raced headlong through the forest, behind them, a dozen men equally as desperate to stop their escape. Just a little further, and they would be over the border, and home, not much further now….. A burning pain set his side on fire; her mouth filled with the salty taste of her own blood, and her mind began to fog over. Still she clung to him, not much further now, almost there……she barely felt the impact of her body landing hard on the ground…home ground…..But she could hear him screaming her name, feel him scooping her into his arms and staring disbelieving at the arrow that had penetrated her ribs and punctured her lung. Staring deeply into the eyes of the only man she had ever loved, she lifted her hand to touch his lips, a loving gesture they had long shared, and not seeing the blood that coated her fingers, she covered his adoring lips with the very blood that could no longer sustain her life. As his tears fell upon her angelic face, she whispered the words that had echoed through her mind for over five-hundred years.."REMEMBER ME, I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER"

Darkness claimed her then…..

In the cold gray light of dawn, Lilly awoke feeling a chill that seemed to stem from deep within. Pulling the blanket tighter about her body, she shuddered a little at the memory of the dreams she had endured through the night. She had always suffered dreams, but never anything like this. An incredible combination of pleasure and pain, and something else, something deeper that she could not find just the right name for. As she rolled over to hug her pillow, there was a sharp pain in her breast near her nipple, and when she looked, there were two small wounds that were clear even in the dim light of morning. With a sense of real fear, she moved her hand slowly down between her thighs; feeling for the moisture she quickly prayed would not be there. She felt ill as she looked upon her bloodied fingers. How could it not have been a dream? How could it possibly be real? Any of it? With a jolt, she rushed for the bathroom, her stomach releasing al that it held.

Somewhere, not far away, he watched.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dain:

Watching with a tinge of sadness in his eyes, Dain saw as Lilly realized what happened the night before. A look of dread, and perhaps revultion crossed her face as she rushed to the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. He hated this, not being able to soothe her, support her in her time of need, in her time of fear. But he would be given his chance again, this night, and ever night after, he would not let her die as she had so long ago... She was one to be cherished, and he would, she would never want for a single thing in this mortal world once he had her as he wished to have her. With those thoughts, Dain withdrew from her balcony, rushing back to the hidden room he had kept for himself in the theater, he would be there when nexted she performed, watching her, loving her.

Ravenloft

 

[Moonlight_33]

As Lilly stepped beneath the cool comfort of the shower, her mind turned over al that she could recall from the night before. How could it be that the man she held so close to her heart was something very different that what she had dreamed. In her mind, he was her savior, but now, she was unsure as to what he was. Surely he was something beyond human, but what? As much as her mind was a tortured mess of fear and confusion, there was still an element of herself that cried out for him, though she was at a loss to understand why. He had taken something from her, and given her something as well. He had taken her innocence, and given her pleasure. Taken her love, and given her fear. Reaching for the towel, she wondered what more he had taken that she was yet to learn of.

As she dressed for rehearsals, there was a knock at the door that startled her more that she could explain. Looking through the peephole, there stood a woman Lilly had never seen before. Well dressed, and holding several books and papers in her arms, she waited patiently for Lilly to open the door. Jake Blackens secretary, Meagan Miles, had never been considered a beautiful woman, but she was pretty in her own way, and more than proficient at her job. As Lilly opened the door, she smiled softly and held out her hand in greeting.

"Lilly Browning? I am Megan Miles, Mr. Blackens secretary. He asked me to come and see you before you went for rehearsals today, and inquire about his invitation to lunch. He's very impressed by your work Miss. Browning."

Lilly was left a little speechless. With so much else on her mind, she had completely forgotten Mr. Blackens invitation. It was a once in a life time opportunity, and one she could not pass up.

"Of cause, I would love to meet with Mr. Blacken. I have rehearsals all day, but we break for lunch about noon. Would it be possible to meet with him then?" As much as Lilly wanted to meet him, she would not drop the commitments she already had. The company she was with might have been small compared to Mr. Blackens troupe, but they were like family to her, and she would never let them down.

Miss Miles opened her book and ran a finger down the page. "How about he meets with you at the International Club at noon today, and we take it from there?

The International Club was only a few blocks from the theatre, and it would not take her long to get there. "That sounds great."

All through the walk to the theatre, and rehearsals, Lilly had to fight to keep her mind on her tasks. Thoughts of her meeting at noon were easy enough to push aside, but the events of the night before played over and over in her mind like a bad movie. Noon came around soon enough, and she quickly changed and headed for the International Club, her heart racing in her chest. As she made her way along the busy street towards her appointment, she could feel the eyes of the dark stranger, as if he looking into her very soul, and she had to fight the urge to run.


OOC: Raven, have a little chat with me before you make your next post, i have a few ideas. Mua!!

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly


Lilly left the meeting with Mr. Blacken with a new sense of purpose in her life, and a new sense of fear as well. Everything she had ever known in her life was about to change.

Back at the theater, they made ready for the final rehearsals before the performance that was to run for two nights only. It was already sold out, and it was hoped that it would be the performance that would put the small Dance Company in the eyes of the public. These people were like family for Lilly, and she would not let them down. For the next two nights she would dance with all she had in her heart, for come Monday, her world would change forever.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dain:

Lilly's final practice before their opening night began as Dain hid and watched her quietly from the darkness of the theater. He thrilled at her exquisite form in motion. Even now, even when she must be frightened and in pain from last night... She was nothing short of angelic up on stage. Her fellow dancers were but a shadow to her in Dain's eyes. Practically unworthy to even share the stage with her... As it had before, the rehersal ended far too soon for Dain's tastes, and the women retired to the changing room, back, behind the stage.

Slinking in the shadows, Dain made his way in, after them, and continued to watch Lilly, his sweet Lilly... He touched his lips with the tips of his fingers, remembering the sweetness of her blood on them. The women filed out one by one, having dressed, they made their way to their cars and left for their homes. All but Lilly... Lilly and her understudy... Lilly was taking her time to change, she seemed skittish. Dain knew why, she could feel his eyes on her. But her understudy... She sat on a bench, rolling and unrolling one of her stockings... Eyeing Lilly sharply all the while...

 

[Moonlight_33]

The air in the change room was electric. Lilly could feel the eyes upon her, but there was something more to it, different to way it normally felt. She turned and glanced about the room, pausing for a moment to watch Grace. Their eyes met, and for the first time, Lilly could not only see the depths of Grace's hatred for her, but she could feel it as well. A chill ran down her spine. A feeling that ran very close to fear. Quickly, she finished changing, and picked up her bag.

"I'll leave you to close the theatre Grace, and I will see you tomorrow." With that, she turned and headed for the door. All of a sudden, Grace pounced on her, knocking her to the floor and rendering her helpless. It was the last thing she had expected. Using her arms to protect her face, Lilly had little change of fighting back. Grace was lashing out, screaming and pounding at her ferociously.

"It's not fair. I work twice as hard as you do, and you're just so fucking perfect. I should have this lead. I should be the star. You're just a piece of trash and you don't deserve it. It's mine. MINE!!" From out of nowhere, Grace produced a handgun, climbing off Lilly and stepping back a few paces. With the gun stretched out in front of her, pointed directly at Lilly's chest, Grace turned white with her rage. "At least when you're dead, you won't get in my way any more."

Trembling, Lilly fought to maintain calmness, sitting up a little and holding out an imploring had to Grace. "Grace wait. Everything has changed. After this performance, I'm leaving. I'm going to London. I have joined the International Dance Company. I won't be in your way any more. Please Grace, put the gun down. Don't do this."

At this news grace exploded. "WHAT? Now you're better than the rest of us? You get accepted to the big time, and we get left behind in the gutter? I don't think so bitch. If anyone should go to London, it should be me. You have no right, and I am going to make damn sure you don't live to see it. Any of it."

Lilly could no longer feel her heart being in her chest, she was frozen in fear. Grace had gone mad with hatred, and could never be reasoned with, and all Lilly could see now, was her own death at hand.